The cashier was the true saint...my goodness..she smiled through the whole thing, said thank you etc. Then apologized. Oh, there WAS a manager there, he had to use a key a few times...so trust me. Never in a million years did I think it would last for as long as it did...never. I thought FOR SURE she was joking when she said it, even the cashier chuckled...I mean come on. But no, she was seriously serious. Then the process of what she truly needed and what she didn't. She would have the bagger look through the groceries with her, because the poor kid he bagged everything as it came down the belt. Then, she would say ....oh take that off. Then three other things then she would say..you know I need that put that back on. Total trainwreck.
I think at one point, I just couldn't move. I was so shocked...and then I couldn't leave just to see what the heck was going to happen. I should have taken my groceries off the belt and moved. But my head kept telling me this will be over in a minute...yeah.
As for the disability..maybe, maybe not...I don't know. The worst part is that when she got the groceries down to 69. and some change she handed the cashier a HUNDRED DOLLAR bill. I wanted to scream as loud as I could that she was a MORON of the highest degree. If she hadn't noticed the store was busy and the poor cashier said a lot of early Thanksgiving shoppers starting today. I think, in the end, I just was standing there wondering what in the world she was ACTUALLY taking home with her.
What a mess...
Kelly